February 20, 2007

Possessed By Numerous Possessions At A Psychic Yard Sale

Divine Horsemen - Snake Handler (1987)

The tunnel narrowed around Geoffrey as he pushed his lanky form forward, arms thrust out in front of him to grab at any available handhold. Dust and tiny clouds of silky fur blew past him or caught on his face, in his mouth. Somewhere up ahead there was a source of fresh air, if only he could reach it. His knees bled through the shredded khaki of his trousers and he deeply regretted taking up the white rabbit's invitation.

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